Torn Edges

by Jemma   Jan 16, 2007


Made a new friend in the haze today
Got caught in the mists of yesterday
But I'm out now
We're free now
Not a clean cut
But we're sharpening the blade
Not a clean start
But hell we're trying

Sitting on the bridge with our hands on the ground
Heads cocked listening for any kinda sound
But there's nothing, nothing to see
Just torn edges

Couldn't make my way through the crowd
Too busy
When you're not around
Just hold my hand and guide me through
Guess that's too hard for you

Give 'em hell
Cos there's nothing else left
Give 'em more cos they gotta have something

Now there's pain
It can never be the same

Made a new rule in the world today
Scrubbed out the laws from yesterday
We're free now
But it's no clean cut
But we're sharpening the blade
Not a clean start
But by Hell we're trying

**sad/dark? where'd you think?**

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  • 17 years ago

    by melissa

    Very dark poem but good flow and somewhat rhythym. I enjoyed though and had some goosebumps up my spine. keep it up.
    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    All three of these pieces...Torn Edges...Dead Eyes....Count Your Money.......affected me quite viscerally as lines for characters in a deep and detailed script of a complex story or play relating to the human, moral dilemmas of our times....actually they are all quite archetypal for people caught at any time in the dark streams of existential angst and meaning.....Strive on Dear...
    ..................................

    P.S.....I think you meant..'just hold my hand...'

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